I wish I was an Oscar Meyer......

The other day, as I was unloading groceries and putting them away, Cameron was hanging out in the kitchen. I showed him that I bought him the hot dogs that he likes before tucking them away in the meat drawer in the fridge. But suddenly, he gasped, and asked me if he could see the package again.

When he read the covering of the hot dogs, he keeled over in a ridiculous fit of laughter.

"Wieners! That says wieners!"

The boy could not stop laughing. He was in complete hysterics. "That says wieners! They're calling their hot dogs wieners! Why would they do that!"

He has now been way too obsessed with this new found knowledge. First of all, like when he discovered the truth behind Santa, he feels it's his duty to educate everyone about this moniker.

Secondly, he finds it necessary to emphasize the word with extreme volume and high-pitched exaggeration every time he uses it.

And thirdly, he now must refer to the "wieners" any chance he gets.

Yesterday, my husband was grilling some of those Oscar Meyers that started all this.

Cameron's comment: "I'm glad that's not my wiener you're grilling!"

I wonder how long this fascination will last. Because now Max is getting in on all the fun. it's a bit embarrassing...especially when they start shouting about it in public.

So I've been meaning to ask...

Ever since I’ve known my husband, when saying grace before dinner he prays, “We thank Thee heavenly Father, for the food we’re about to receive, for the nourishment of our bodies. Amen.”

So Cameron has been hearing this prayer for almost six years now. But today, when we were finished praying, he said in all seriousness,

“Daddy, who is the nurse in our bodies?” as if he'd been pondering it all these years, trying to figure out who he/she was, and finally decided to just ask us.

My light source

Yesterday morning Max was joking around with me telling me that he was my brother, or he was my sister, or he was my mother, etc.

I looked at him and said, “You’re not my mother, silly. You’re my son!”

He smiled back and responded, “I’m not your son, I’m your MOON!”